Wanted by the Bikers – Screaming Eagles MC Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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“Ow. Brain freeze. Kinda.” She winces and puts a hand on her forehead before grabbing a burger and taking it to the edge of the bed to unwrap and eat. “They didn’t starve me exactly, but they wouldn’t tell me what time it was, and Anderson—he was more creepy than mean—only made one thing. Scrambled eggs. That’s it. If I asked for food, I got one scrambled egg with no salt or anything. This is the first real meal I’ve had since breakfast the morning they picked me up.”

Wraith looks murderous. “You didn’t say shit about that last night.”

Kaylee nibbles on her burger. She shrugs and the t-shirt slips, showing a good amount of bare shoulder. “Those men at the meeting knew the guys who got shot, right? And your club has innocent people in jail. The eggs didn’t seem very important.”

I sit down next to her, close enough that our thighs touch. She jolts a little but leans into me for support and that feels real fucking good. “Everything they did was meant to break you down. You get that, right?”

“I know. It's just… I'm nothing special.” She puts down her half eaten burger and stares at her hands, turning them over and looking at the marks and bruises. “I’m not a big tough biker. I’m just a girl who happened to see some stuff I shouldn't have. That's it.”

“Bullshit,” Wraith growls. He leans against the wall and stares down at us. “Those assholes were fucking professionals who sensed you were loyal to us but vulnerable, and wanted to keep you scared and confused, so you'd do whatever the fuck they told you. I've seen grown men spill their guts because someone fucking looked at them funny. You held out for days and I’m not even fucking sure why. It’s not like you know us.”

Kaylee looks up, surprise on her face. “You saved me. If the three of you hadn’t come when you did, that man with the scars would’ve found me and I’d be one more body in the morgue.”

I flash back to the day of the shooting. The thought of this sweet girl lying dead on the pavement with a bullet in her head makes me see red. “I going to fucking kill the bastards responsible for this. Both the assholes at the gas station, and those dirty fucking cops who touched you.” A little shiver goes through her. “Sorry, I—”

“No, it’s kinda hot,” she whispers with a giggle. “Is it horrible to think that?”

“Fuck no. I like that you’re a little savage, and I think you’re wrong about yourself, sweetheart,” Wraith says with a grin. “When you walked into my studio for your interview, we saw right away you were hot as fuck, but we thought you were too weak to handle us. You aren’t. You hide it well, but you’ve got a tough fucking spine in there, Kaylee.”

Kaylee blushes and takes a sip from her milkshake. “You really thought I was hot?”

Wraith comes over and sits on her other side, boxing her in and putting his arm around her. She looks a little nervous, but her eyes are fucking sparkling. Shit. I want to fucking taste those lips, and then do a lot more than that.

She brushes the end of her ponytail off her shoulder. The shirt slips a little more and I catch a glimpse of the hard little peaks of her nipples underneath. Kaylee looks at Wraith, then at me, and fuck me, her breathing speeds up and her pupils dialate. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. Wraith cups her cheek and turns her face to his. Their kiss is slow and fucking hot, and Kaylee gives a sweet little gasp when it ends.

I turn her my way, needing a taste for myself. Her lips are soft and strawberry flavor, and when I slip her my tongue, she moans and fucking opens for me. Fuck, she’s just as sweet as I thought.

“What was that for?” she asks in a rough, bedroom voice.

“Felt like it. Did you mind? Fuck, say no.”

“No, I… I liked it, but…” Her cheeks go pink and her eyes flick between us. “Both of you? Isn't it, I don't know, wrong?”

I trace a finger over her bottom lip. “Trigger, around here, it's the kind of wrong that's really fucking right.”

15

KAYLEE

“We work well as a team,” Wraith says, hooking his index finger under my chin and turning me back to him. I put my hands on his upper arms, not to push him away, but to hold on for dear life as I kiss him back.

As soon as he lets go, Tank is there. He pulls me into his lap until I’m straddling his thighs and facing him with my arms around his powerful neck. Maybe it’s the adrenaline, or just my desperation to feel good and be close to someone after everything else in my life has gone from bad to worse, but I put all of myself into the kiss. His big hands go to my waist, holding me in place. It feels naughty to have him between my legs like this, with nothing but a thin pair of leggings in the way, but also very right.


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